Evelyn's POV

"Not yet," Antonio mimicked, his voice a dark promise. His fingers joined his mouth, thrusting inside me until I was crying out, begging him to stop.

"Please, Tony, I can't take it," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

"You will," he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me. His pace was relentless, his touch almost painful as he took what he wanted.

"God, Antonio," I sobbed, my body shaking with the force of my climax. He didn't stop, didn't relent, until I was a trembling mess beneath him.

"You think you're done?" he asked, a dark gleam in his eyes. "Not even close."...